Conferred God: I, Who Just Wanted To Run Away, Was Overheard By The Emperor

Seeing Jiang Ziya collapsed on the ground and twitching for half an hour, Yin Ze couldn't help but stretch out his hand to probe his breath, messy and weak, but still able to breathe, relying on the superb medical knowledge he learned from Du Niang before crossing.

He finally settled on two things.

One, this old man is not playing with him.

Second, the injury is very serious, but he will not die for a while.

Then Yin Ze wondered, why did Jiang Ziya suddenly spout blood and get injured? Isn't it just for fortune-telling for me, as for?

wrong……

Fortune teller?

Jiang Ziya was injured suddenly after telling his fortune.

The key point is fortune telling.

[Could it be that my life is poisonous...]

Yin? Blind student? Ze wisely discovered Hua Dian!

My life is poisonous, and whoever counts will vomit blood.

"Hey, that's kind of interesting, heaven, come down two." Yin Ze walked out of the Gua Pavilion and waved to the sky, and Golden Immortal Yun Ding landed immediately with two people, Wang Yingwei.

"What are your orders, Your Highness?"

"Who among you is a fortune teller?" Yin Ze asked enthusiastically, he couldn't cultivate himself, but he felt that he understood cultivation very well.

In Yin Ze's view, fortune-telling, isn't that the basic skill of Qi Refining practitioners?

Therefore, it is very simple to verify whether own life is poisonous or not, just find a Qi Refining person to do the math for him.

But who would have thought that upon hearing the word fortune-telling, whether it is Yun Ding from the Golden Immortal Cultivation Base, or Wang Yingwei from the two Taiyi Mysterious Immortal Cultivation Base, all have a look of embarrassment.

After some explanations, Yin Ze felt more knowledgeable.

The so-called fortune-telling in this period was not the kind of Rivers and Lakes trickery in later generations, or a superficial thing about looking at Feng Shui's face.

It's not the kind of psychology and deception that those fortune-tellers in Chaoge City play.

That is really a profound method that can turn bad luck into good luck and deduce the past and future.

This thing has nothing to do with Cultivation Base, deduction arithmetic can be said to be a cultivation path independent of Qi Refining system.

Originally, this craft was only in the hands of Saints and a few quasi-sages, and there was no system.

It was not until later that the emperor of the human race, Fuxi, drew a hexagram, that it was completely possible for the living beings in the prehistoric to have the opportunity to contact and deduce.

But even if there is a systematic cultivation method, not many people can learn it.

This thing is too talented. Among the thousand Qi Refinings, it is very good to have one who can master it proficiently.

"Does Chaoge know fortune-telling?" Yin Ze asked.

Yun Ding thought about it for a moment and then replied affirmatively, "Yes."

"Who?"

"But that person may not want to help your Highness count."

"Why?"

"Because, Your Highness, you have reported his son for prostitutes, but it hasn't been released yet."

Yin Ze:  …

Yun Ding: "Your Highness, do you know who that is?"

Yin Ze covered her face, "Sorry!"

Who would have thought that the only person who knew fortune-telling in Chaoge was Wang Ji, the master of Xing Si.

Back in the day, Yin Ze had brutally destroyed a wave of wealthy sons of big businessmen in order to boost his emotional value.

Good guy, the bully is a miserable one.

Up to now, there are still a few gossips circulating among the people of Chaoge. What kind of gossip is circulating among the people of Chaoge. What is Xing Si's chief, Wang Ji, who killed his relatives righteously, and personally locked the son of a private prostitute in prison, and what is the son of a certain adult in the court, who is twenty-six this year. , but I also like to wear a red apron when I go out...

"Forget it, don't bother Mr. Wang Ji. There is an old man in this hexagram hall. You can take good care of me and take care of him. Before I come tomorrow, he is not allowed to leave the half step of the hexagram hall." Yin Ze waved his hand, and went home to the hot pot in disinterest.

Although the mood is waning, it is not particularly disappointing.

I can't find a fortune teller in Chaoge to test whether my own life is poisonous or not. Isn't there Jiang Ziya? Isn't Jiang Ziya a great fortune teller.

Wait until tomorrow, let Feixiong Daoist do the math.

The next day, after Yin Ze took a shower, he first went through the daily exercise tasks step by step, then preached to Shancai for an hour, Deng Hanhan preached for an hour, and then chewed and ate his lunch slowly. Went to the Gua Hall.

In the Gua Hall, Jiang Ziya's old face was ashen.

Looking at Yun Ding, who surrounded him, and a large wave of Cultivation Base, Qi Refining, a big businessman from Mysterious Immortal at least, felt a sense of falling into a wolf pack.

"Jiang Daochang, I'm here to tell the fortune again."

Suddenly, a shout came from outside the door, and Jiang Ziya's livid old face instantly changed.

Don't come here! ! ? Emoji pack animation.

Yin Ze opened the door with a smile and spread out his hands, "Jiang Daochang, come here, show me the palm prints. Today you can do the math for me. I snored when I slept last night."

"I...I can't tell fortune..." Jiang Ziya lowered his head in humiliation, scared, he was really scared.

Yesterday's fortune-telling experience for Yin Ze made him unforgettable for the rest of his life. The feeling of being backlashed was worse than death!

"Forget it, I'll let you go, the prince's words count."

"You said the same thing yesterday."

"Yesterday I was young, so what I said doesn't count, but today I'm grown up, and I absolutely count what I say, otherwise you count, have I lied to you?"

After a few breaths, Yin Ze walked out of the Gua Pavilion with his hands behind his back.

"When he finishes vomiting blood, let him go, and then arrange for someone to follow him. If he is still staying in Dashang, just tie him up and throw Xiqi away."

"By the way, I have to ask someone to check. This person has been in contact with anyone during the dynasty song. Is there any official in the court, if there is..."

Yin Ze looked back at Yun Ding, eyes full of indifference.

"If there is, I don't want them to see the sun tomorrow, remember to keep your hands and feet clean."

"Yes, Your Highness!" Yun Ding bowed his head and agreed, his heart shrank suddenly.

This was the third time he had received such an order from Yin Ze, and each time it meant a major cleaning in the courtroom.

In the Great Shang Dynasty Hall a year ago, there were almost no ministers under the age of forty, or from poor backgrounds who had no power to support them.

But now, some young faces have appeared in the court. They have no clan behind them, let alone the support of the princes. Some of them are just a heart that is loyal to the big businessman.

Yin Ze's changes to Dashang are by no means limited to cultivating a few profound merit immortals from Cultivation Base.

Dashang is like a towering tree, but it is full of injuries.

Yin Ze wants to start from the root and let this giant tree grow green and flourish for a long time.

Time flies, another four years in the blink of an eye.

On this day, the fifteenth day of March, two pieces of news were rushed back to Chaoge for eight hundred miles.

The first is that Xiqi has a new prime minister.

His surname is Jiang, his given name is Shang, his word is Ziya, Dao name Feixiong, and he is a disciple of Saint.

Second, Beibo Hou Chonghou Hu died.

Jiang Ziya took Xiqi's army to kill, Little Brother of Beibo Hou, the former Caozhou Hou Chong Heihu, self-proclaimed Bei Bohou, and formed an alliance with Xibo Hou Jichang.

These two pieces of news have not been sent to the imperial city, and another great change has occurred again.

Today is March fifteenth.

Saint Nuwa's birthday.

On this day, in the Nuwa Temple in Xiqi, the clay statue of the Empress Nuwa opened the eyes of Saint.

A loud feng ming sounded from Qishan.

A bluestone fell from the sky.

Letter:

Emperor Yin was ruthless, and he abused the world.

The fate of the stars has moved, and it cannot last long.

The spirit is only far away, and the gods blow it away.

Five-star gathering room, Zhaoli the world.

Lord Xiqi, Fengming Qishan!